My A-Z Challenge this year is about writing adult content in fiction – you will not find any adult fiction within the parameters of the challenge, except for illustration purposes.
At the risk of scaring off any potential readers of my A-Z Challenge, I want to start by talking about something that’s been on my mind for a while. I thought, very briefly, about writing the subject of this post in the title but I realize though people may want to read my blog, they surely don’t want anyone looking over their shoulder, seeing it in nice big letters. Are you ready? Here we go.
Anal fisting. So that you know which page I’m on, let me first say, “EWW.” I’d never have brought it up, nor would I have contemplated such a thing had it not been for E.L. James of 50 Shades of Grey fame. Just imagine if Ana had said, “Oh my!” in a positive rather than a negative way when it came to that little proposition? I mean seriously, what better way to say I love you than to let you stuff your hand up my poop-hole? But will you still care for me when I’m wearing Depends at the age of 30? NO, Ana. NO he won’t! But still, it’s sooo romantic, isn’t it?
Okay, I hold no judgement over people who are actually into this stuff. What you do in the sanctity of your own space is entirely up to you. But I don’t want details, thanks. I dread the idea that I might actually accidentally come across pictures on the internet… one of the main reasons I fear getting viruses on my computer.
I can promise you, you will never see any of my character get their rear-end cherries popped unless it is during the most horrific rape scene during which I will be cringing in a corner denying the fact that I’m writing while my bad guy does the deed. I don’t want to write about it and I certainly don’t want to read about it. When I come across such things as anal play in sex scenes I skim the words until I figure it’s safe to start reading again – but that’s just where I draw the line.
Everyone has their own literary lines in the sand. What’s yours?